Kou and Simone.
❧ ┆ words: 2,215
❧ ┆ characters: Kou Mukami, Simone Sinclair
warnings: implied character death, violence, drug use, slight homophobia (directed towards Simone)
He waited for her to mock him, to sneer at him, to say anything. But Simone was silent. He garbled a quiet hiss while his feet shuffled out from beneath him, his ability to stand hindered by the agonizing tear that erupted from his core and ripped up through his abdomen. Her grip on the handle kept steady as she forcibly dragged her knife upwards, Kou’s stifled groans breaking from his bloodied lips in pained cries and short, weakening sobs. A prickly sensation started at the base of his throat and subsequently spread all throughout his body, his nerves whirring dangerously as a signal to his immortal body’s rejection to the metal. His skin quickly turned cold and clammy to the touch while his limbs felt flayed. And then, completely numb. The effects of the silver buried so deep in his chest was unlike anything he expected, and the realization that his life was rapidly slipping from him flashed back at Simone in widening, glassy blue eyes. Simone pushed closer to him, sinking the blade right up to its hilt and causing the half-blood to sputter a low groan against her lips until finally slumping down the wall.
The Vibora would stay there for a moment, looking into his marble eyes. Something that always fascinated her was how it never seemed like one’s soul left their body when they died, but rather sunk. They sink back into themselves and into a now-quiet consciousness devoid of any thought or feeling. Just nothingness. No matter who they were before, how important or powerful they may have been, that was all that would become of them in the end.
Always the same.
Slowly, she slipped the blade out from his chest but was quick to hoist him back into a standing position, the blade now dropped to the floor beside their feet. She dipped down to the crook his neck, holding him in a half-embrace while inhaling the dizzying, sweet musk of his newly applied cologne. A soft moan was muffled by his blonde hair and the two subsided into the dark shadows growing all around them as the blood moon finally rolled out from under a patch of black clouds and cast its stark red light into the halls of Ryoutei, masking the bloodshed with its omniscient glow.
A few halls down, Yui grasped the stair railing and threw herself up the stairs, her heartbeat thundering in her ears as she finally skidded out onto the third floor. Catching glimpse of a crouching figure beside the hall’s entrance, Yui hastily ran up to him, quickly kneeling down and reaching for his dark, bowed head. It was hard to tell the color of his hair in the red light, but based on his meek snifflings and small stature, it had to be Azusa. Her heart sank.
“Azusa...”
She whispered to him, her eyes already welling with tears at the sight of his tear stained cheeks. His expression was contorted into a silent, but deeply mournful cry, his eyes and lips puffy while he peered up at her. It disturbed her to see him so terribly distraught but so silent, like he hadn’t a voice to cry with but that was what rattled within his thin frame. She later figured this to be some kind of learned behavior; to cry and remain unheard.
That meant she was close.
“Where’s Kou.”
Kou watched with dull eyes as Simone carefully lined the powdered stripes on her silver compact, haphazardly balanced on the edge of a sink. Outside the tiny bathroom window he could hear the sign “Voivode’s Palace” buzzing endlessly into the night, barely illuminating the shady figures lined outside the club with it’s bright, flickering, violet glow. This glow carried into the dimly lit bathroom, hardly big enough for the two of them but still lined with three individual stalls, two sinks, and one large mirror. Simone hummed to herself, a habit Kou secretly grew fond of after spending an extended amount of time with her. Apparently this was her thing; her deep, melodic humming seemed to steady her focus and quiet her mind. He could never truly know what was festering behind her grey-blue eyes, shadowed by full lashes and her usual kohl liner. Though, it was nice to see her bare face every now and then. Her naturally girlish features echoed a softer time much before him. He wondered about that girl often. Especially now.
After a sniff, Simone stood upright again and looked at herself. Kou watched her, as he always did. She gently swiped the white powder from the tip of her nose, even popping her finger once in her mouth. Kou’s leering gaze stayed fixed on her lips as they wrapped around her finger.
In walked a tall demoness, presumably a Vampire or even a Werewolf, judging by her size. Filled out hips completed her womanly silhouette, emphasized by the tight lingerie that squeezed her curves. He glanced up at her dark eyes only for a moment. Behind the glow all demons possessed during these late hours, he could still see how empty they were. Simone’s eyes were the same. It painted a very bleak picture. Kou now kept his own shining eyes glued to the floor after that, his thoughts aswim with immortal fears of a lifetime of this. If you weren’t rich, this was all that became of most demons.
“The fuck are you lookin’ at, bitch?”
The woman’s fierce tone snapped Kou out of his daze. Fuck, Simone. She always did this, always looked for trouble. Upon glancing up at Simone, he saw that she’d been shamelessly staring at the half-naked demon.
“Who else but you, sweetie?” She looked her up and down.
The demoness drew in close, baring her sharp fangs as she threatened, “Watch your mouth, dyke. I’m not the one you should be fucking with.”
She then looked from her compact to her, “You got enough to worry about. So how bout you just mind your fucking business, kay?”
She swiftly stormed out of the bathroom after checking herself in the mirror, leaving Kou and Simone in her heated silence. It didn’t take long for the two of them to glance at each other. They communicated mostly with their eyes anyway, only Simone’s eyes were bordering tears the way she supressed a laugh while Kou’s were blown wide with apprehension.
“Simone,” Kou blew out. The Vibora giggled to herself, turning back to the mirror.
“You’re asking for it. Seriously.”
Simone shot him a glare, raising a brow and looking towards the door, “Not like she is.” Drawing in a breath, she pursed her lips and clicked her tongue.
After their shared silence, Simone finally spoke again.
“Tell me, would you actually do half the shit you talk about in your songs?”
“…What do you mean?”
Simone began to mock Kou Mukami’s song Devil’s Spire, whining out the lyrics in a lascivious tone, grabbing at herself and her hair seductively all while snaking her waist to the rhythm,
“Strung up in a spider’s net,
Throwing your drooping body to your death
Drowning in this sickly sweetness
There’s no going back anymore, no going back, no going back…”
Kou only stared back with a flat expression; almost a scowl, but he withheld his scornfulness, knowing the pleasure she would get from seeing him offended.
“Okay. First of all, I don’t sound like that-”
“-You do.” “Second,” Kou butts her out the way with his hip, causing her to dramatically crash into the wall beside her with a breathy moan, partially sliding down with her arms at either side of her head. Kou didn’t even bother to look. He reached into Simone’s bag and pulled out her face powder, beginning to lightly blot his tea zone.
“…I’ll have you know that, unlike you, I don’t need to make a complete mess out of people to show that I’m capable of hunting prey. I communicate enough through my songs. It leaves plenty room for mystery… subtlety… allure… all of which you clearly lack.”
Simone leaned forward on her palms placed at the edge of the sink, purposely covering his view, “Ohhhh..…”
“Mhm.” Kou snapped the powder compact shut and placed it back in her bag. He continued to listlessly dig for more of her makeup.
“Okay. So. Kill her.” Simone nodded towards the door.
Kou snapped back at her, his eyes flashing, “What? The lady that was just in here? Are you crazy?”
They both paused, shooting each other a knowing look. Stupid question.
Kou grabbed his face and fell back against the once pearly, tiled wall now chipped from decades of fights, fucking… who even knows at this point. He exhaled shakily- not out of nervousness, not yet, but out of annoyance.
Obviously, there was a collective understanding that he, his brothers, the Sakamaki family were all lethal and posed a threat to nearly every naive girl at Ryoutei. But the truth is, he wasn’t. Not like the rest of them. And he knew that.
This was quickly becoming a deeply humiliating experience for Kou, as are most outings with Simone.
Without saying a word, Simone reached down into her black, heeled Balenciaga boot and pulled out a silver blade. It glinted dangerously under the faint purple light. Kou immediately took notice and backed away, yelling at her, “Shit, Simone! I’m not fuckin’ touching that! Why do you have that?!”
“Relax. It’s not blessed. But… it can still do some damage, if you know how to use it.” She looked to his abdomen briefly, thinking for a moment. Kou hadn’t noticed. Simone then raised the dagger to her chest, right in line with her heart, fake trembling as she did with wide eyes. She was clearly imitating a certain someone. A smile broke from Kou’s lips and he scoffed, “That’s not funny.”
Simone folded over with a silent laugh, nearly dropping the blade. Kou was careful to watch her every move. She then brought the dagger back up to where he stood, slowly backing him into a wall.
“Whaaat… you scared~? I only brought it out in case you needed a little extra help~” She then slightly lifted her thigh up in-between his legs, causing his cheeks to flush deeply. He tried to look the other away.
“I’m not killing her.”
“Why not?” Simone pouted and teased him with the dagger, slowly dragging it up his tense form and to his neck, eagerly watching how his breath hitched in his rising chest. There was still some human left in him. Cute.
“Someone is obviously going to see… or hear! This place is packed!” His eyes snapped back to her, now growing increasingly more angered with her and her incessant teasing. He started to feel the booming bass from downstairs in his chest.
Simone finally pulled away, lowering the blade to her side. She tilted her head slightly, watching him gawk at her for a moment.
All of a sudden, a loud shrill rang out from her lips as her expression contorted into one of feigned terror while she screamed obscenely, “GOD! SAVE ME! PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME! HE’S GOING TO KILL ME! HELP!” Her piercing voice echoed painfully off the bathroom walls, causing Kou’s hands to fly up to his head and clasp his ears. She was very much aware of a demon’s heightened sense of hearing, but this didn’t stop her. She hunched over, continuing to wretch and scream out for help. This was a sound the both of them knew all too well, and yet Kou could not stand the sound of it.
“—FUCK! Simone! Stop! Stop it!”
Simone stopped, rising to cup a hand behind her ear with her lips parted and her brows raised, awaiting the expected response. But there was nothing. The heavy bass continued to reverberate through the club walls, but even then, demons would still be able to hear. There was no one.
“See? No one cares.”
Kou leaned forward, his arms wrapped around his slim torso, “I’m not. Killing her. Simone. I’m not going to ruin my new shirt for you just to prove a point. Why should I have to prove anything to you?”
The way he sneered that last word caused Simone to narrow her eyes.
“Oh, right, because that’s definitely not a knock-off you bought off some Vibora down at the bazaar. Who’s that? Rick Lauren?” Simone reached for the back of his collar, trying to get a look at the brand. Kou ducked away with a groan and stepped to the side, away from Simone.
“Lagerfeld. And shut the fuck up.”
“So you won’t do it?”
“No.”
Simone huffed quietly and tucked the blade back into her shoe. Kou felt relief, which only seemed to embarrass him more.
“Fine…”
Simone, disappointed, quickly gathered her things and started towards the door, but not before quietly uttering, “…pussy.”
Kou looked to her, his anger and embarrassment nearly boiling over but quickly subsiding when he saw her playful grin just before she darted down the hall.
“Si- Bitch!” He ran after her, and the two disappeared down the dark corridor in a chorus of almost childish laughter. Simone mockingly yelling out his lyrics while he chased after her.
They were technically still so young, after all.